Love Chapter 2 is an extension of OCD Love, the 2016 work in which the choreographer and creator of the Israeli dance company L-E-V, Sharon Eyal, and designer Gai Behar presented love as an invading toxin, a disease of mutually destructive submission and control. In this second piece, they explore the desolate aftermath of love, a state in which the afflicted have been broken down into helpless atoms of isolation, exhaustion and loss.

As with Love OCD, Chapter 2 is driven by the immersive techno score of Ori Lichtik. It opens to a stark drumbeat – a brutal pulse that seems to be forcing its six dancers to remain unwillingly alive. Staggered out across the stage, they appear to have only a vestigial memory of being functional, their feet tracing tremulous patterns on the floor, their arms feebly reaching into space, their torsos swaying like reeds.

Eyal is a choreographer of meticulous and fascinating detail and her dancers are exquisitely responsive. We watch, hypnotised, as these traumatised men and women weave hesitating patterns around each other – shock waves of remembered emotion forcing their arms to wrap defensively around their bodies, their mouths to gape wide in a rictus of agony.

As the music builds into a reverberating texture of vocals and chords, the sombre lighting brightens, minimally, and the movement expands into a bolder terrain of splayed plies, skittering footwork, recklessly cantilevered curves. The group itself becomes a more dominant force, a purposeful ensemble in which the collectively energised dancers can display moments of resurgent power. Momentarily they become a chorus of bourreeing ballet dancers, high-stepping soldiers, or ecstatic clubbers. Yet after each surge their energy warps and decays, dwindling into twitching inertia or febrile rage.

Love Chapter 2 is a charismatically visceral experience; it’s all but impossible not to be drawn into its dark, relentless heart. Yet the work changes subtly over the course of its 60 minutes, as what starts out as a sophisticated register of raw emotion turns inexorably into something like spectacle. The combined intensity of dance and music can be overwhelming, but there’s a price to be paid for that intensity as the work progressively loses sight of the individuals at its heart.